Tag Archives: prose

Francis (The Woman Who Bucked the Bronco)

Posted on April 10, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

No one will remember her and that is why I speak her name. Francis Farmer. Hollywood saw a Hit dragged from the cranium of one of their own, and so invented a fairy tale so that seats would be filled, … Continue reading →

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Little Red Spiders

Posted on April 6, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

She stands in a silent field, a whiskey coat with a blaze on her nose, hooves pawing the soft wet ground. Beyond her the hills teem with many legged things that rustle under last Autumn’s leaves and dodge dew drops … Continue reading →

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False Prophet

Posted on April 3, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

The muscles in my neck are violin strings, I breathe into them wish them to tell me something better I know they are a declaration that I dwell in a place not meant for me. I suck in my front … Continue reading →

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Belgrade and Kiev, Warsaw and Tears

Posted on April 2, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Peace escapes us all. While the world watched innumerable invading armies laid waste to these cities of antiquity these places where dreams were born and legacies were suckled these places where inhumanity marched for centuries, like an ugly snag in … Continue reading →

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Fool’s Day

Posted on April 1, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

April Green again? My lover hates the brown Earth and stark trees While I yearn for everything to be swaddled in white. Peaceful, quiet white. Tomorrow the robins will show their freckled faces and poke holes around the weeds in … Continue reading →

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the hum will become one

Posted on March 23, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

When the birds sing, their voices amplified by the running of sap and the eagerly beating wings of bees, the  sickle Moon hangs in a mottled sky, waiting. It won’t be long until scattered clouds and the rings of Saturn … Continue reading →

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The Journey

Posted on March 23, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Time was I hopped, hurlyburly up on top of a giant banana leaf. All greeny and sheeny, I sailed it away from drudgery and its teeth . I wanted to fly but the water was high, splashing around in my … Continue reading →

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Come As You Are

Posted on March 16, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Crackling old records and tangled old tapes make up our tough onion skin and the rings that hold us together but they don’t have to. We can discard them like leaflets that promise prosperity or jars of snake oil we’ve … Continue reading →

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All Good Rogues

Posted on March 15, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Birds are balanced on branches, and I run along the rim I am as graceful as I will ever be now, as observant as my mind’s eye could ever hope to see, and the beating of my chest tells me … Continue reading →

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Cymbal & Drum

Posted on March 15, 2014 by theminstrelscitadel

Swish and Sizzle, Crash and Splash Tom and Snare, Bass and Ride China and Hang, Hi-hat and Octoban bring me to the outer edge and draw me back in to the center of your sweet, rhythmic soul. Ain’t nothing like … Continue reading →

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